The Island - Dope D.O.D.

I’m on a higher level, Nigga come and test the double barrel

Heavy metal, heading for your chest

I even shoot the shadow

Put the pedal to the floor, car crash, make, you rattle

Put a rapper on my Island, nah, he will never settle

I’m gettin' sentimental, see I’m just a tiny fellow

Trying to make a living off of niggas that you can’t handle

I got the power plus the energy to manhandle

Control panels that I operate with bad bengals

Hit a nigga on his bad ankels, cause I be livin' on the hillside,

my skill is too mad, trangle

Twist bones I be Kurt Angle, cause I got Saxons and Anglos waiting to dismantle!

So who is curious

Who wanna see us bust light like luminous

The crew of the duelists

1, 2, 3, now check how I’m screwing it

I’m aggravated cut a nigga up and marinade 'em

Everybody livin' on the Island I just gotta hate 'em

Hell, I’m the son of Satan livin' like an ancient pagan

The way I break 'em the way I shake 'em, more than breathtakin'

My head achin' when niggas here start collaborating

Gotta make a statement with the wrench and start renovating

Elevatin', penetratin'

Governments like secret agents

Sarah Palin

I’mma shoot the first prick that, start hatin'

Start sprayin' like on Columbine I got no patience

Nor appreciation for the

Ones who think they’re innovating, legislating, see I’m trouble like illegal

Haitiens

Dope D.O.D.

here for maintenance!

I feel the sun without shades and lotion

Livin' on a rock in the middle of the ocean

Dancing with my ancient brethren

Protectors of the sacred treasure

On the attack quick, leaping through branches

After the pack chews pieces of cactus

For the enhancement, increasing our senses

Rocking a necklace with teeth of a dragons

I’m chief of the tribe, that frightens the cowards

Running the Island from my ivory towers

Mana powers, I swim with the sharks

Tats of headhunts, where my skin has been marked

Venomous darts, deployed to our units

We dip em in frogs with poisonous fluids

Skin a man’s scalp, toying with humans

I heard they from «far» I’m ignoring the rumors…

So who wanna die tonight?

Who’s gonna escape without using a guiding light

The duo of dynamite

1, 2, 3, feel the wrath of the silent type…

No where to run… every dart we shoot is fatal

Some get kept alive, to get thrown into vulcano’s

Hear the lava bubble as we pull ya through the jungle

Diseases enter open wounds during heavy struggle

I drag ya to the middle of the village with a cleaver clutched

Makin' wifey watch as I chop her partners penis off

The place where ferox meets cannibal holocaust

The terrible stuff Cannibal Ox would bust

A cross of such, seems preposterous, but trust the gods

D.O.D.

Got that touch…

On the rocks…

The Island belongs to us…